Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

The lone she wolf - Part 6 - Ramsay x Reader

For DarkkeBlossmh

(Y/n) looked down at the man in the bed by her side. He was sleeping peacefully; his handsome face appearing gentle, without a care in the world. It showing no sign of the man that would appear when he was awake. Yet he had not been that man around her. Ramsay had not been the monster that she had heard about. In truth, he had been the furthest thing from the sadistic being that the stories about him, described. He was needy, desperate; like a small child that wanted nothing more than to be loved. He had been kind to her, tender. Unlike his father who had just taken what he wanted; Ramsay had actually made her feel like he wanted her for more than her body. For more than the fact that she was the oldest, legitimate Stark, still alive. The true heir to Winterfell. But maybe she was being duped. Perhaps this was all an act, and he would become who he really was, now that they had married. Perhaps he had his own agenda, just like she had. Perhaps.............

He had done exactly what he had said, the night before. He had got one of his men to find a septon; the poor man more than a little bleary eyed, as he was dragged from his bed to the room in which she and Ramsay were waiting. The two being bound before the gods, and then her new husband had kissed her deeply, before pushing coins into the septon's hands and then ordering him out of the door. (Y/n) watching as Ramsay collected all her things together, from the room; and after ordering his man to follow with what little she had, he picked her up into his arms, and carried her to his room. Carefully placing her on the bed, then instructing his man to place her things on the table, before he too, was ejected from the room. Ramsay making his way over to her and crawling onto the bed by her side. His head resting on her chest, as she placed her hand in his hair; combing her fingers through the dark stands, as he told her again that he didn't want her to fear him; to hate him. That he cared nothing for the way that the rest of the world saw him; but with her, it was different. With her, he was different. And he wanted nothing more than for her to trust him.........to love him. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from being bombarded with countless emotions, as he had lifted his head, and she had seen tears in his eyes. The lone she wolf placing her hand on his cheek and drawing him up to face her. The lady finding herself telling him that she loved him too. That she would be his and only his. (Y/n) shocked that she had meant every word. That as she had looked into those perfect blue orbs, she had wanted nothing more than for him to take her again. To have his hands explore her skin; his teeth to nip at her soft, sensitive flesh. To have him inside her, and for them to move as one until they both reached the high that her husband had been able to give her. The new Lady Bolton taking Ramsay's hand, and slowly moving it up under her night gown, until his hand touched her womanhood. The lone she wolf gasping as she felt him slowly push two of his fingers inside her, and his lips kiss her breasts, through the thin fabric of her gown.

Slowly she reached up her hand and moved some of the hair away from the side of his face. A small smile pulling at her lips, as he murmured slightly. (Y/n) still wanted to get Sansa out of Winterfell; to get her sister as far away from this mess, as she could. To get her to Jon and be sure that she was safe. But she would stay. She had made her bed, now she really did have to lie in it. She would continue to do what she had planned, to bring House Bolton down from the inside. To see Roose Bolton dead for killing her beloved brother, Robb. Yet given the emotions that were growing inside her with every minute she spent with Ramsay, she knew that the gods were not going to make this as easy as it should be, when it came to the younger Bolton. The lone she wolf knowing that his death, by her hand or another's, would now cause her more pain than she could ever have imagined.

"Good morning..........." A husky, sleep heavy voice said, interrupting her thoughts. (Y/n) smiling, as those blue eyes fluttered open and looked up at her.

"My beautiful wife..........." Ramsay continued, as he reached up and placed his hand on her cheek. Drawing her down, so that he could kiss her on the lips.

"Now, where did we leave off, last night...........?" He added with a chuckle, before he pulled her further under the sheets; gently pushing her onto her back before his lips made their way down for her throat to her breasts, then her stomach. A gasp leaving her, as his head disappeared under the covers and his hands moved her legs apart. Her fingers gripping at the sheet beneath her, as she felt his hot breath on her womanhood, and then his mouth and tongue begin to pleasure her.